When the going gets tough, the wusses get blogging.

And not all that grammatically at that.

Spring break, now ended, saw our hero busy working on the audio archives of great composers now deceased, driving wife to airport, picking up wife from airport, editing the results of earlier fiction writing blow-outs and blogging the night away.

We might have done a little reading.

We read an Alice Munro story in “Harper’s.” She’s a female, we can now state for sure. We agree with the assessment that she crams as much into her fairly long short story, if not more, than we tried to cram into our last novel. Did we think much of it? We had a bit of trouble getting into it. We had to scratch our heads a few times before we got out of it. We were not satisfied by the ending, and we thought the main character wasn’t hooked up right. Perhaps we’ll come back to this. There is something peculiar about this being a paradigm. It proves there really are no rules. That leaves us with some learning disabilities.

We discovered a new author blog: the Rejectionist. THAT INTERN made us go there. Once there, we found some fine rants. We were blasted by the criticism of Franzen that he might be a misogynist, but then discovered the perhaps artificial distinction between “Chick Lit and Dude Lit.”

That just about brings us up to date.

We’re just as confused and bemused as we were before we started to sort it out here in blog world.